Towel Day treat
Eram... it's no longer Towel Day, but it would've been, if my computer hadn't had some kind of weird epileptic fit on me!
Anyway, here is the teaser for my upcoming fic-- it's Ford/Arthur (natch), about as dark as I can get in this fandom, and twenty-five pages in all. All it needs is a title...
*TEASER*
"I'm going to die." He said. And then, because nobody said anything to the contrary, he said it again. "I'm going to die."
"Eventually." Said a voice from the other side of the door. "Whenever we get bored with you, I'd imagine. Then aain, you might get bumped up to this weekend, if we're lucky."
"I suppose... I suppose then it doesn't really matter much how I feel on the subject?"
"Mister, it doesn't matter much how you feel on any subject."
"Oh." He sighed mournfully. "I thought not."
---/-/--(to be continued)
So, when I have time-- and when I figure out this whole 'cut' business (yes, I'm woefully unversed), I'll be posting, you know, actual chapters.
Anyway, here is the teaser for my upcoming fic-- it's Ford/Arthur (natch), about as dark as I can get in this fandom, and twenty-five pages in all. All it needs is a title...
*TEASER*
"I'm going to die." He said. And then, because nobody said anything to the contrary, he said it again. "I'm going to die."
"Eventually." Said a voice from the other side of the door. "Whenever we get bored with you, I'd imagine. Then aain, you might get bumped up to this weekend, if we're lucky."
"I suppose... I suppose then it doesn't really matter much how I feel on the subject?"
"Mister, it doesn't matter much how you feel on any subject."
"Oh." He sighed mournfully. "I thought not."
---/-/--(to be continued)
So, when I have time-- and when I figure out this whole 'cut' business (yes, I'm woefully unversed), I'll be posting, you know, actual chapters.